Kian would get his revenge on the humans for killing their babies before banishing them. He would laugh at the shade of the dead sorceress who had cursed him and his two brothers to horrid fates. They would die in a firestorm of death and burning blood, freezing ice and endless darkness, and go to Arawan's halls with righteous smiles on their faces.
We should pick our battles carefully, while simultaneously attempting to empathize a bit with the so-called enemy. We should approach the news and media with a healthy dose of skepticism and avoid painting those who disagree with us with a broad brush. We should prioritize values of being honest, fostering transparency, and welcoming doubt over the values of being right, feeling good, and getting revenge. These “democratic” values are harder to maintain amidst the constant noise of a networked world.
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In the midst of the carnage, in a swirl of smoke as black as his soul, the Scorpion King—caked with blood and mud, streaked with soot and sweat—basked in his triumph, savoring the completeness of his revenge. His massively muscular chest heaving under the golden arachnid breastplate, he swiveled to watch his grotesque warriors—these creatures who, like a great flood, had washed away all that lay before them— wander the ruins they had created. These dog-soldiers seemed lost, suddenly, with no one left to kill, nothing left to burn, no city to sack, their task done.
FEAST OF PILLAGING
Even if the digestion of greatness is a trouble, it’s no harm
It has the pride of grandeur, the joy of revenge
This feast expects kindness from your attention
They are all yours these heads, brains, livers, all these bloody morsels
by Tevfik Fikret